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    Only certain books were clearly visible and pointers could be found.

    It was no coincidence.

    At some point, my eyes began to see more things.

    Things that were not visible even through anomalous observation.

    “Wait a minute.”

    I turned my head towards the huge bookshelf.

    On the wooden wall, a previously invisible mark was engraved.

    [ <ㅇ-)–<< ]

    "Do you guys see that too?"

    When I point to the bookshelf, Jeong Hae-won turns his head and answers.

    "A bookshelf?"

    "No. What is engraved on it."

    "I’m not sure. When I saw it, it was just a clean bookshelf."

    "Daju?"

    "You can’t see it, not even me."

    I guess so too.

    "Follow me!"

    I ran straight to the bookshelf.

    As the distance got closer, more information came into view.

    [ <ㅇ-)–<< ]

    * Anyone who can identify this sign will need to take care of their body and mind immediately.

    The mark is ■■ of the recipient. Or, ■■ means the weathering of something.

    Here I will tell you about the things you should pay attention to.

    .̴̨̡͓̙̥͉̖͈̝̼̱̇̆̊̀̐͗̿͜͠.̵̧̧̲̘͉̤̰̟̖̗͉̼̽͗̏̇̋̉̎̆̐͝.̸̧̛̛̹͖̟̘͙̜̭̏̄͛̓̽͗̾́̕͝͠.̶̛̗̣̪̣͍̝̹̤̤̰̫̖̣̞͊̉͗̋̍̐͒̐͜.̷̜͕̺͔̞͇͚̼̌͛̍̒̄̀̈́̓̾͘̚͝͝ͅ.̷̧̢͈̤̠̤̅̇̃̽̐͝.̴̺̺̉̑̀̀̅̉̓̓̈́͗͘͝.̵̨̢̫̭̥̖͇̯͙̮̿͆͛̾͘.̸̧̨̡̙̼̳̣͕͆̔̊̂̿̈́̂̋̿̚.̴̙̦̼̼̺͖͂̃.̷̨̧͎̞̹̩̣̯̦̮̰͓̤̲͘.̶̲͙̗̐̐̈́͋̀̌̿͗̌́͐̈͆̑̕͜.̵̡̨͎̮̪̺͎̈͛͆̚ͅ.̶̭̺̞͕͓͈̤̯͔̺̊̏̂̋͑̃̂͗̾̒̇̒͜͜͠.̵̨̧͓͍̝̖̤̦̻̼͖̹̩̺̮̓̃̆̈́̇̕.̵̨̛͎͙̙̫͐̃̒̐̃͛̑̌̇̀́͝.̶̡͉̫͈͎͎̹̄͑.̵̬̯͍̓̇̍͑̓̕͝͝.̴̛͉͓̥̹̥̗̞̭̮̟͉̓͛̓̈́̆͜͝.̶͎̆͋͊̃.̶̿̈́̾̾̎̅͐̐͛̈́̎̋̚͜.̵̡̰͈͗̓̄͑̂̄̀̉͗̑̄́̀͠.̶̢̨̝͎̫̳͔̩͇͚̪͋̇͂͆̅̐͐̈́̽̌̒̕͝.̸̨̜͓̮̤̥̯̘̪̠̖̩͕̟͐͐̿̑̚

    So I write it down here. Those to be feared are neither thieves nor murderers.

    They can take your life, but they cannot make you lose it themselves.

    We should fear those who pity our innermost parts.

    "What are you doing all of a sudden?"

    Other people also flock here, seemingly embarrassed.

    I reached out my hand and touched the carved mark.

    What is engraved on the bookshelf is the sign of impermanence.

    The death of someone who is trusted by all.

    The extinction and rebirth of the self.

    Or, it means that everything eventually turns to dust.

    "Daju."

    "Yes?"

    "You know that I have good observation skills."

    Daju paused for a moment but then nodded.

    "Yes. Only you saw something that no one else could see. It was like that when I went in front of a mechanical device or when I walked around other floors. also… … ."

    "Yes. So I think I can still understand."

    I held up the pointer again.

    Even now, the contents of the book are changing from moment to moment.

    [pointer]

    * This ■■ displays the ■■ containing the library’s collection book, [Extinction Scenario: 5000].

    Directions are as follows:

    <—-

    The remaining distance is:

    ■■■■■■■■■

    "There is an uneasy aspect. But the direction itself is correct."

    "Oppa. Then."

    Daju Yoon asks me in a serious voice.

    "This is the information we are looking for. Do you have to take that risk and bring it?"

    "Yes. And, if it isn’t for this opportunity, I won’t be able to find it again."

    Speaking with a confident voice, I watched the others' reactions.

    Serim Choi is looking at me without saying a word.

    There was only one person who could not join the conversation. It was only Jeong Hae-won.

    "What are you talking about now? Didn’t you just want to go back?"

    Jeong Hae-won begins to criticize her with an aggrieved expression.

    "You heard about navigation. If you follow me, you will die!"

    "Daju!"

    When I shouted, Da-ju Yoon dragged Jeong Hae-won back.

    It really didn't take long to convince Jeong Hae-won.

    "I've come this far, so I have to go to the end. I too will trust Dabin’s sister."

    "Okay. Well thought out."

    I'm a little sorry, but it's for everyone's benefit.

    The authority as a librarian passed on to me from Choi Se-rim. Perhaps I passed on the memory while I was sleeping.

    Although I only received a few abilities, I learned a lot from them.

    You can never survive in this apartment.

    I'm not just talking about being killed by strange beings.

    [ <ㅇ-)–<< ]

    The bodies of the dead are scattered on the floor, and eventually the bones are revealed.

    perhaps.

    We may already be dead. It just hasn't really happened yet.

    Is it the same as before?

    If so, this may be a new fear.

    A primordial fear that we've always been together, but can never get used to.

    The more I think about it, the more I feel captured.

    "Sister."

    I called Serim Choi.

    Before I knew it, my voice was shaking.

    "Huh?"

    Choi Se-rim answers in a quiet voice.

    There is a knowing smile on her face.

    "What’s wrong, Dabin?"

    "What did I say last time?"

    "I don’t remember. What are you talking about?"

    I bit my lip.

    A surprisingly cold voice escaped from between my lips.

    "Stay cute."

    "Yes… … ?"

    "Please. Even if you know something, don’t think about it."

    "Okay."

    Choi Se-rim forcibly raises the tension.

    "Shall we go now?"

    He even makes an awkward eye smile.

    "Yes."

    I picked up the book and checked the directions.

    [Hell!]

    The direction is Mmmm and Mmmm.

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